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Who: Peter Quill

holdmybeer & YOU.
Where: La Casa de Peter, aka 5022 3B.
When: The 19^th.
What: It's party time.
Warnings: Bad life choices.
[OPEN.]

[ peter made sure to get up at the crack of dawn so he could finish preparing for the party. he stocked the fridge in the garage for ease of access, since he didn’t want to add to the traffic that would no doubt be going in and out his home throughout the day. he probably should have maybe put a little more thought into this, but hindsight’s 20/20 so oops. he could, however, avoid starting wayward pines first hell in the cell by moving items of importance into the spare room. he didn’t want to end up on the ass end of an ass kicking, so in between setting up a half dozen tents, chairs, and tables he made sure he had his own ass covered. ]

[ at eleven on the dot he turns on his music, cranking it up as high as it’ll go. it was late enough that he didn’t feel bad for waking the dead. firing up the grill he catches himself eyeballing the trampoline. he hadn’t really had a chance to break it in… but then he had to remember the tree house incident and his enthusiasm tapered. he couldn’t afford to break his arm or his leg or… anything, really. ] …at least not now. [ he murmured under his breath with a snort. later though, he had a date with destiny ~~and the ER~~. ]

[ stupid ideas aside the gate’s open, so arriving party goers can just go around back. beer in hand, peter’s manning the grill and greeting people as they arrive. he’ll be asking their pleasure and poison… all while also trying to instigate balloon and chicken fights, because, c’mon, he can’t be the only one making bad decisions. oh, and pool’s open, so don’t hesitate to make a splash. ]

( ooc; mingle thread! feel free to make your own top levels. i’ll be tagging around with peter. oh, and don’t forget that ½ the day is going to be a-ok and ½ the day is going to be not so a-ok. things are going to go from bad to worse too, since characters can die during the next part of the plot, so i wrote a kind of out. ~~run while you still can~~. but until the shit hits the fan there’s food & drink, a pool w/ a slide, a trampoline, supersoakers, and a box of fireworks. have at it. )

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[Blaine loves this party atmosphere. He mingles and makes sure that everyone is having a good time. Between getting meat from the butcher shop he now worked at to procuring the alcohol, Blaine is pleased with how his contributions have helped this be successful. He is in high spirits as he wanders the crowd to mingle.

The gleam of metal catches his attention first. He turns to see where that's coming from and his eyebrows shoot up in interest. A closer look tells him that this guy looks an awful lot like Jefferson. The arm is a pretty noticeable difference. Still, the similarity intrigues him and he moves to investigate]

That band's pretty good. [he points to the tee the other man is wearing. Blaine is wearing a sleeveless shirt with his swim trunks, which are blue with little palm tree islands on them]

[ Oh no. Music. There's a topic of conversation that Bucky's tried to study up on for the sake of blending in, but hasn't been able to really find much footing in. It's tough when you go from Bing Crosby and Glenn Miller to Nirvana and Soundgarden-- not even getting into the even louder, angrier stuff. He can't say he likes a whole lot of it; he can hardly connect to the music. But it's a part of the Bucky other people here remember, so he's tried his damnedest to absorb it.

He glances down at his shirt. Pearl Jam. Okay... which one's that again? The one with the loud guitars and the singer with the really emotional voice. (Does that even narrow it down?)

Bucky shoots the guy (Blaine, he remembers, though it's a bit fuzzy as to how he might know him. In passing, as another citizen of Wayward Pines?) a grin, carefree like he should be, and takes a sip of his beer. ]

Yeah? I like to think I have good taste. [ No, he really doesn't. Modern music is noise. ]

[Blaine can't help having a special fondness for Pearl Jam. Of course they came onto the music scene at a good time in his life, but they are also a Seattle-born band. There's likely going to be a Pearl Jam song somewhere in the musical lineup of the evening]

In music, at least. [he smirks at Bucky's choice in swimwear]

[ He looks down at his shorts and laughs, good-natured and (if he's being perfectly honest) enjoying the opportunity to act like a version of himself who never was the Winter Soldier. ]

I'm pretty sure these things don't come in any pattern but 'tacky'. [ Returning that smirk, he gestures at Blaine's swim trunks with his beer. ] Case in point.

[he smiles and shrugs. Yeah, the swim shorts look dumb, but the clothes he was more comfortable wearing would be a little much for a party like this]

Well, you know what Madonna says: "Beauty's where you find it". [why does he even know that song. He's not sure himself; the words just come to him]